Damn that person

You know who you are! You’re that person that keeps leaving magazines next to the toilet at work. I don’t normally go in there to do anything that would take the amount of time required to read a whole article. But there it is. Open even. And it’s crap. It’s always People or Entertainment Weekly. Some garbage I don’t need to be reading when I don’t need to be reading. It’s just so darn distracting, though. So there I am, reading about Jennifer Aniston’s vacation with Courtney Cox, while my co-workers wait their turns, and I’m sure they think I’m doing something I’m not. And then suddenly I realize, I’m supposed to be emailing Kyler (oh Kyler). I feel like an idiot, because who cares who Jude Law is sleeping with really, and why would that make me lose my sense of my surroundings? How is it that I so easily get pulled into sitting in that ugly orange bathroom, reading a magazine I would never feel the need to read in the real world, when I only need to be there for thirty seconds tops? At least at my hair dude’s salon, there’s time to finish a trashy article. I don’t understand. I just don’t understand.